Patterns in the Quiet
I spent an hour this morning trying to organize my bookshelf. I started by color, then by author, then by how much I actually liked the stories inside. It was a mess of a project, but there was something grounding about the repetition of the…
A Hard Day by Preeti Patel
This late evening scene specially caught my eye as I was walking the grounds of Pushkar. The tired faces ,the resting camels seen through the smoke ,the tea boiling ,the shadows all drew me toward these people and I could not help but click…
The Weight of Clay
I spent an hour this morning trying to fix a broken ceramic mug. It was a cheap thing, bought at a supermarket years ago, but my hands felt clumsy and useless as I tried to align the jagged edges. I kept thinking about how we live in a world…